#son of bor

[theaccursedninth]

//I’m still obsessed with this. Its SO much better than what we got. Malekith is so stoic, cryptic and cool most of the time😭 I NEED to know what was intended for him before Disney demanded reshoots.

Thor: The Dark World - Deleted Scene, Alternate Frigga Death

Let's talk about this scene. What did Malekith mean by "is that what he told you?" talking about Bor. Is there another truth to the story the previous king told his son?

Why did Odin not fire at them? Gungnir does have the power to kill with one charge. I hated how Frigga KNEW he was going to sacrifice her to protect the Aether. (and still tried to get him to free her :'(

Had he held them up for a few seconds longer, Thor would have had the time to strike properly.

I still wish they would have shot the scene as mentioned in this post.

What do we think? I'd love to hear your guys' opinions on this one if you have any.

@ripfic @latent-thoughts @galaxythreads @gloriousburden @unityrain24 @silenceinternalmonologue @ancientflight @kittythesnugglycat @lokimymuse @youlackconviction @mastreworld @trulydesperate @worstloki

[sesamenom]

meet again at the end of time

(aka: C&C finally get their own pet edain)

some background:

(for those not following the braywashed saga) the two guys in the middle are (real, entirely human) wrestlers Elton Prince & Kit Wilson of Pretty Deadly, introduced to the silm fandom by @kitwilsonsass, and known for their uncanny resemblance to C&C in both appearance and demeanor.

As Arda is Earth, the Dagorath has not yet happened, and PD are human people who exist, it is entirely canon compliant for them to join C&C in the dagorath. Hence, CCPD alliance.

design notes:

CC

Celegorm's tattoos represent a symbol of devotion to Orome/the Hunt by imitating Orome's vala markings. Given that bows aren't the best weapon for melee fights, his primary weapon here is based on a boar spear, because I imagine similar tactics would be helpful against some of Morgoth's larger creatures. He wears the Feanorian star once on his armband and once painted on his shield (not shown).

Curufin's helm is based off the Silm description of the red-plumed helms of the Host of Feanor. His armor features one Feanorian star and the Trees (telperion not shown), and his shield bears one other star. He wears a dwarven knife (not Angrist since beren broke it) on his belt.

PD

Based on braywashed's assortment of PD outfit posts, they seem to have a light/dark color scheme, reflected here in their armor colors. Their hairstyles are based on what seems like their irl/interview-hair (aka practical hairstyle, because as unnaturally elven as they are they sadly do not have magical hair) (x). Elto's pink arrow fletchings and Kitto's blue mesh cape refer to the pink/blue matching outfit (x), while Elto's bow/quiver harness and both of their shirt colors reference the harness outfit.

Their weapons follow the opposite color scheme as their armor for contrast purposes, and weapon types (double rapiers + bow, double daggers) are based on braywashed's post here.

Both of PD's armor designs draw influence from c. 15th century English armor, seeing as they are British people, and feature a unique half-breastplate evocative of the extremely cropped sleeve shirt things they normally wear when wrestling.

edit: uploaded the wrong version (no tattoos) at first oops

[gawrkin]

(Source: Stanzaic Morte Arthure)

(Source: Le Morte D'Arthur, by Thomas Malory)

Adaptation Goofiness: Sir Lionel (and co.) just randomly dying on a trip to London.

For clarification, in the original French Mort, Sir Lionel was slain in battle by the sons of Mordred in the aftermath of the Final Battle.

For whatever reason, the writer of the Stanzaic Morte Arthure decided to cut out Mordred's sons and, as a result, Lionel dies for no explicit reason other than "he got jumped in London". Which then gets incorporated into Le Morte by Malory.

[avalonbards]

lancelot's armor is beautiful: shining silver-white and engraved ever so delicately with flowing scrollwork. flowering vines curl across the breastplate, his gauntlets, the pauldrons, and even his helmet. those parts that aren't decorated with engravings are polished to a near mirror-shine, the tiny and deceptively delicate seeming plates moving together like the scales of a fish. he's proud of it, for it is the armor of a prince and the sign of favor from the faeries.

the lady of the lake next gifts lionel his armor: brilliant if somewhat darker silver steel, merging seamlessly with the bronze of gannes' traditional armors. it is the armor of a king, styled like his great ancestor who first took the throne centuries ago. swirling patterns are engraved and enameled carefully in deep red, resembling the traditional tattoos the people of gaul wore into battle before the romans. on one pauldron is the snarling visage of a lion, the other resplendent with the symbol of the boar god of old. the richly soft fur of wolves lines the leathers, visible over his gorget and gauntlets . unmistakably a gift suited for a king of great might, and great wisdom.

when it comes to bors, the lady is careful for her youngest foster is unwilling to draw attention from his family: the steel is well polished, but not nearly as brilliantly eye-catching as lionel or lancelot's. some scrollwork winds its way up the sides and across the front of the breastplate, but it is simple. a curling vine, with small stars instead of blooms. yet when one looks closer they'll see how the reflection of light is scattered, breaking almost as if it were hitting myriad points, and a close inspection shows subtle work to engrave the plates with feathers, like the wings of the angels bors sees and listens to. deceptively simple, but beautiful all the same.

[comicchannel]

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[poparthuriana]

Magical Gatecrashers: Cullwch, Eliavres, The Green Knight, the Lady of the Lake, the Knight of the Lantern, and that shapeshifting guy from Jaufre

Neglected Siblings: Aglovale, Agravaine, Clarissant, Daniel son of Brunor, Dornar, Elaine of Cornwall, Ganieda, Gaheris, Hector de Maris, Kay, Lucan, Madog son of Uther, and Safir

Uther and Friends: Ban, Bors the elder, Branor the Brown, Brunor the Black, Cleges, Ector, Guiron, Lac, Meliodas, Merlin, Seguran, and Uther

[eynsavalow]

working on Kayley's muse preview and remembering her dad is named Lionel which is hilarious because there is a Sir Lionel in Arthurian lore- He's Sir Bors brother who is constantly depicted as fighting said brother

[angstandhappiness]

Adorable

if mk, mei, and red son were squires for the knights of the round table, who's squires would they be?

OK OK I THINK I GOT IT (anon forgive me for my late reply, I wanted time to plan this out)

with Mei, I can see her being a squire to Percival bc she would love training that’s focused on strength and wearing sleeveless uniform, OR Gwaine bc chaotic man meets chaotic girl and goes “ah she was just like me” (Also they do share being children of the wealthy but desiring to be separated from that or have the freedom to be themselves without the restrictions that come with nobility/wealth soooooooo!

Red Son I feel is super picky and would not be a big fan of Gwaine (who would join Mei in teasing him), so imma go with Leon and:or Elyan because Leon is a by the book knight and Red Som seems like a type A kind of person. however, I also say Elyan because while Elyan is someone who would take squire training seriously, he wouldn’t say no to having some fun and might approach it better than Gwaine or Lancelot (man’s too noble for his taste and also the duality of him freaks Red Son out)

MK would be Lancelot’s squire (Wukong can never know, the jealous little shit). both guys have a goal to protect and be good and both have a very black & white outlook on morality (meaning, swk saved the townspeople from dbk and is therefore a hero, or Merlin used magic to help aid me in defeating the griffin therefore he proves magic can be a force for good)

ngl MK would internalize all of Lancelot’s teaching about honor and the code but also he would be a great encourager and be patient enough to help walk MK through areas he isn’t that good at. also, Lancelot is great at giving advice (something MK always craves and yet receives the bare minimum— tho good advice he DOES get is ignored by him), so he can also help there

[riekesart]

1920s Magical London Loki/Tony AU is finished! Read The Talent on AO3.

The Talent (46869 words) by Bottan Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, Loki & Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Loki (Marvel), Loki & Odin (Marvel), Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - 1920s, Magical London, Science Bros, Alternate Universe - Human, Fantasy and Fictional Setting Racism, Period-Typical Racism, Action/Adventure, Magic User Tony Stark, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Panic Attacks, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Magic, Angst, Plot, Magic and Science, Monsters, Alternate Universe - Historical, POV Loki (Marvel), Mentioned Substance Abuse, whoops the rating changed, sorry folks

Summary: 1920. London’s magical society is dying. Plague sweeps the streets and monsters lurk in shadowed alleyways. Amid hunting monsters and trying to establish himself in his father’s eyes, Loki finds himself thoroughly distracted by American millionaire scientist Tony Stark. And when he realizes Stark might hold the key to end Britain’s suffering, Odin tasks him with securing the engineer’s help. ** “Alright, alright, you got me,” Stark sounded exasperated, incapable of bearing the silence. “I will do one business meeting – as in the number one, a singular meeting – in exchange for dinner. Look at me, do you want me on my knees, begging? I just really want to pick your brain.” “Wednesday,” Loki said automatically. “Eleven. Bor & Sons offices.” “Done,” Stark said with a grimace. “Dinner on Friday, and I get to pick the place!” Loki blinked at the mild chaos that Stark left in his wake and found that he hadn’t agreed to dinner, at all.

[o--cei]

please expand on the lancelot x gawain i keep seeing on your blog 🙏

okay sorry i took so long i decided to shower after you sent me this because i knew that if i started then i would never end up showering today. and then it was an unfinished routine so i had to lotion and brush my teeth and floss and do hair stuff too.

so, obviously, it's lancelot du lac and gawaine of orkney. both knights of the round table, etc etc. you know who they are. i hope. they're not exactly similar to their bbc merlin counterparts---lancelot is of noble birth in classic arthuriana, gawaine is arthur's nephew (though bbc merlin doesn't exactly...keep the familial relations that canon does), things like that---but i'd honestly say that their character personalities are similar enough that it's verging on acceptable! just as a reference point for you, i suppose.

gawaine has lost a fair fight only to six knights in his time, launcelot being one of them (Le Morte d'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book IV, chapter XVIII) (the other five being sir tristram, sir bors, sir percevel, sir pelleas, and sir marhaus). he is mentioned to throw fights against lancelot because he loves losing to him (cannot remember the source for the life of me) and, of course, lancelot always notices when he does.

then there's this famous quote:

(vulgate II, p140) where launcelot tells galehaut (another man that he arguably has...something...going on with) that he would share with gawaine everything he loves, save guinevere, in order to have gawaine forever. gawaine then goes on to say that, essentially, he would wish to be the most beautiful woman so that lancelot would love him as a wife.

also, in Morte, which i don't have photos of because my copy is a physical book rather than a pdf like how i'm reading vulgate and i don't want to take photos with my laptop camera. there is this quote "and Launcelot with this sword shall slay the man that in the world he loves best, that shall be Sir Gawaine." which is engraved in the hilt of the red hilted sword, balin's sword that merlin encases in stone and which galahad, lancelot's son, eventually wields.

^this, also. from vulgate IV, p140. after launcelot accidentally kills gawaine's brother gareth (named here as gaheriet; all the orkneys have...many ways of spelling their names. look up a list of all of gawaine's names over history, i dare you) who was guarding guinevere's cell...he begs gawaine to forgive him and even promises to swear himself and all his men into subservience to gawaine if gawaine would only forgive him. "I want to be your companion just as I used to be." mhm...

and "I'll swear to you on 'relics that I didn't kill your brother Gaheriet intentionally" is a huge promise. swearing on a holy relic in such a deeply, fundamentally christian society was the vow that you could make. the reason why honour was so important in that time was because the grand majority of people were illiterate, so one's word was the most one could give, in the majority of situations! and here is lancelot, saying that he'll swear on a holy relic that he did not mean to kill gareth if it means gawaine will forgive him and love him again.

there is also, right before gawaine eventually dies (from a sword wound to the head from lancelot) he writes a letter to launcelot begging forgiveness for having been so horrible to lancelot before his death, and wishing he could see him before he dies, for he knows he won't live long.

And then when paper and ink was brought, then Gawaine was set up weakly by King Arthur, for he was shriven a little to-fore; and then he wrote thus, as the French book maketh mention: Unto Sir Launcelot, flower of all noble knights that ever I heard of or saw by my days, I, Sir Gawaine, King Lot's son of Orkney, sister's son unto the noble King Arthur, send thee greeting, and let thee have knowledge that the tenth day of May I was smitten upon the old wound that thou gavest me afore the city of Benwick, and through the same wound that thou gavest me I am come to my death-day. And I will that all the world wit, that I, Sir Gawaine, knight of the Table Round, sought my death, and not through thy deserving, but it was mine own seeking; wherefore I beseech thee, Sir Launcelot, to return again unto this realm, and see my tomb, and pray some prayer more or less for my soul. And this same day that I wrote this cedle, I was hurt to the death in the same wound, the which I had of thy hand, Sir Launcelot; for of a more nobler man might I not be slain. Also Sir Launcelot, for all the love that ever was betwixt us, make no tarrying, but come over the sea in all haste, that thou mayst with thy noble knights rescue that noble king that made thee knight, that is my lord Arthur; for he is full straitly bestead with a false traitor, that is my half-brother, Sir Mordred; and he hath let crown him king, and would have wedded my lady Queen Guenever, and so had he done had she not put herself in the Tower of London. And so the tenth day of May last past, my lord Arthur and we all landed upon them at Dover; and there we put that false traitor, Sir Mordred, to flight, and there it misfortuned me to be stricken upon thy stroke. And at the date of this letter was written, but two hours and a half afore my death, written with mine own hand, and so subscribed with part of my heart's blood. And I require thee, most famous knight of the world, that thou wilt see my tomb. And then Sir Gawaine wept, and King Arthur wept; and then they swooned both. And when they awaked both, the king made Sir Gawaine to receive his Saviour. And then Sir Gawaine prayed the king for to send for Sir Launcelot, and to cherish him above all other knights. (Le Morte D'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book XXI, chapter II)

(vulgate IV, p139). honestly? no comment here. it speaks for itself. this bit is where the ship name remarkable comes from.

of course, this is by no means a comprehensive post, just moments i can remember off the top of my head. and a lot of this can be attributed to today's view of male homosociality and how it's changed since the middle ages, skewing our view of what could have been, by all means, a platonic relationship. however it is my personal belief and interpretation that they were in love <3 muah the end i hope you enjoyed. i tried my best to explain both story and cultural context the best i could without going into irrelevant detail...i hope this is enough!

[queer-ragnelle]

Seeking a book to read this winter break?

Brand "New" List of Additions to the Arthurian Preservation Project Archive

In time, all books will be added to my Retellings List or Medieval Literature List respectively, and possibly a third page for handbooks/informational resources. Retellings may be under construction for a bit as I reformat to accommodate the influx in links. There are some duplicates—Alan Lupack's and Mike Ashley's anthologies occasionally contain a one-off story I've otherwise included in an individual volume of collected works by the author.

Links connect to corresponding PDFs on my Google drive where they can be read and downloaded for free. But if you like what I do, consider supporting me on Ko-Fi. I haven't yet read these listings in full; I cannot attest to their content or quality. A big thank you to @wandrenowle for the help collecting!

Modern Retellings

Merlin in Love by Aaron Hill (1790) — Opera about Merlin & his love interest Columbine.

The Fortunate Island by Max Adeler (1882) — A family shipwrecks on an island only to discover its populated with Arthurian knights, including Dinadan, Bleoberis, & Agravaine.

Sir Marrok by Allen French (1902) — Werewolf knight.

The Story of Sir Galahad by Mary Blackwell Stirling (1908) — Illustrated retelling of Malory's Grail Quest.

The Story of Parzival by Mary Blackwell Stirling (1911) — Illustrated retelling of Eschenbach's Parzival.

Stories From King Arthur and His Round Table by Beatrice Clay (1913) — Illustrated retelling of Malory.

Cloud Castle and Other Papers by Edward Thomas (1922) — Contains two Arthurian entries: the story Bronwen The Welsh Idyll about Agravaine & his lady Bronwen, & the essay Isoud about the Prose Tristan.

Collected Poems by Rolfe Humphries (1924-1966) — Contains Dream of Rhonabwy about Owain & Arthur's chess game, A Brecon Version about Essylt/Trystan, Under Craig y Ddynas about Arthur's "sleeping" warriors, & The Return of Peredwr about the Grail Hero's arrival to court.

Peronnik the Fool by George Moore (1926) — The quest for the Holy Grail based on Breton folklore.

The Merriest Knight by Theodore Goodridge Roberts (1946-2001) — Anthology of short stories all about Dinadan.

The Eagles Have Flown by Henry Treece (1954) — A third Arthurian novel from Treece detailing the rivalry between Artos & Medrawt, with illustrations this time.

Launcelot, my Brother by Dorothy James Roberts (1954) — The fall of Camelot from Bors perspective, as a brother of Launcelot.

To the Chapel Perilous by Naomi Mitchison (1955) — Two rival journalists report about the goings on in Camelot.

The Pagan King by Edison Marshall (1959) — Historical fiction from the perspective of Pagan King Arthur.

Kinsmen of the Grail by Dorothy James Roberts (1963) — The Grail Quest but Gawain is Perceval's step dad.

Stories of King Arthur by Blanche Winder (1968) — Illustrated retelling of Malory.

Drustan the Wanderer by Anna Taylor (1971) — Retelling of Essylt/Drustan.

Merlin's Ring by H. Warner Munn (1974) Gwalchmai is a godson of Merlin's that uses his ring to travel through the magical & real worlds.

Lionors, Arthur's Uncrowned Queen by Barbara Ferry Johnson (1975) — Story of Arthur's sweetheart & mother of his son, Loholt.

Gawain and The Green Knight by Y. R. Ponsor (1979) — Illustrated prose retelling of SGATGK poem.

Firelord (#1), Beloved Exile (#2), The Lovers: Trystan and Yseult (#3) by Parke Godwin (pseudonym Kate Hawks) (1980-1999) — Book 1 Arthur, book 2 Guinevere, book 3 Trystan/Yseult.

Bride of the Spear by Kathleen Herbert (1982) — "Historical" romance retelling of Teneu/Owain.

Invitation to Camelot edited by Parke Godwin (1988) — Anthology of assorted Arthurian stories from authors like Phyllis Ann Karr & Sharan Newman.

Arthur, The Greatest King - An Anthology of Modern Arthurian Poems by Alan Lupack (1988) — Anthology of modern Arthurian poetry by various authors including E. A. Robinson, William Morris, C. S. Lewis, & Ralph Waldo Emerson.

The White Raven by Diana L Paxson (1988) — "Historical" romance retelling of Drustan/Esseilte.

Merlin Dreams by Peter Dickinson (1988) — Illustrated by Alan Lee.

The Pendragon Chronicles edited by Mike Ashley (1990) — An anthology of Arthurian stories, including some translations such as the Lady of the Fountain, and retellings by John Steinbeck & Phyllis Ann Karr.

Grails: Quest of the Dawn edited by Richard Gilliam (1992-1994) — Anthology of Grail Quest stories.

The Merlin Chronicles edited by Mike Ashley (1995) — Anthology about Merlin from authors like Theodore Goodridge Roberts & Phyllis Ann Karr.

The Chronicles of the Holy Grail edited by Mike Ashley (1996) — Anthology about the Holy Grail from authors like Cherith Baldry & Phyllis Ann Karr.

The Chronicles of the Round Table edited by Mike Ashley (1997) — Anthology of assorted Arthurian stories from authors like Cherith Baldry & Phyllis Ann Karr.

Sleepless Knights by Mark H Williams (2013) — 1,500 years have passed but Lucan the Butler’s still on the clock.

Medieval Literature

Three Arthurian Romances (Caradoc, The Knight with The Sword, The Perilous Graveyard) [This is on the Internet Archive & cannot be downloaded. If someone could help with that, lmk!] translated by Ross G. Arthur

Le Bel Inconnu (The Fair Unknown) translated by Colleen P. Donagher

Segurant The Knight of the Dragon (Portuguese) edited by Emanuele Arioli

An Anglo-Norman Reader by Jane Bliss

Stanzaic Morte Arthur / Alliterative Morte Arthure edited by Larry D. Benson

Sir Perceval de Galles / Ywain and Gawain edited by Mary Flowers Braswell

Sir Gawain: Eleven Romances and Tales edited by Thomas Hahn

Prose Merlin edited by John Conlee

The Middle English Breton Lays edited by Eve Sailsbury & Anne Laskaya

Il Ciclo Di Guiron Le Courtois Volumes 1-7 (Italian)

Wace's Roman de Brut / Layamon's Brut by Robert Wace & Eugene Mason

Arthurian Literature by Women edited by Alan Lupack & Barbara Tepa Lupack

Handbooks

Studies in the Fairy Mythology of Arthurian Romance by Lucy Allen Paton (1960)

A Companion to the Gawain-Poet edited by Derek Brewer (1990)

The Mammoth Book of King Arthur edited by Mike Ashley (2005)

A Bibliography of Modern Arthuriana 1500-2000 by Ann F. Howey & Stephen R. Reimer (2006)

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relinquish the crown: under one condition pt1

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: Season 1, Episode 14; immediately after 'what could be done'

Summary: With Prince Damien's proposal looming over like a dark omen, Loki rushes to do what must be done to save you from a life of misery in Alfheim

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); Odin

Things to be aware of: stressed Loki hours; this is basically 'terms of surrender' (Prologue, Part 1) in Loki's POV

There were too many emotions, too many thoughts, coursing through Loki's entire system right at this moment.

Anger. Over how seemingly excited Odin sounded over the idea of finally getting to enact the bloody tradition that he'd agreed to, so that his own father, the former Allfather Bor, would approve of his marriage to Frigga. To determine his 'rightful' heir meant to have all eligible individuals engage in a battle. Where it could only end with death or surrender.

A somber acceptance, that if he were not here right at this moment, making known the decision that would change the very course of not just his life, but yours as well? Had he not just announced that he wished to relinquish his claim to the throne? If he were to engage in the barbaric tradition, then he would have to come to terms with the knowledge that that duel with his brother would be the day he met his demise. And he would leave you behind, vulnerable to any lecherous suitor that might win Odin's favor and approval for your hand.

Fear of what could and would happen had that duel come to fruition.

But overpowering them all by a wide margin…fear of what was to come next. Out of this conversation. Out of his surrender and his terms for it.

The god would leave this room with everyone in his life, including you, thinking differently of him than when he entered. They would all know, you would know, of the affection that he'd been harboring for you for well over a decade, ever since that first encounter within the palace halls where you put your dagger to his throat.

Norns, she might very well do it again after today, he thought to himself. And you would very well be in your right to after your mind completes a lecherous image and all your memories with Loki would be painted with a starkly different brush. He was quite certain that earlier today, in the library, had been the last time he would ever hear you utter the words "I love you" towards him. Now that you knew the true weight of the sentiment when it came from him.

And still he knew, with every fiber of his being, that the only right thing for him to do was to stay this course. Even if it meant shattering what relationship he had with you in the process, even if it meant you resenting him for making you his wife. For it meant that at least you would be able to resent him in the safety of your home. It meant you would be free to live your life the way you saw fit.

He could be content with this reality. And he would simply love you enough for the both of you.

"My son, I beg your pardon?" Odin spoke, visibly perturbed at the words he'd just heard the god of mischief utter, brows knitting together and the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more prominent with the action.

"There will be no need for a ceremony to determine your heir, Father," Loki repeated, speaking slower than he did when he entered the war room. He had no intentions to be misunderstood from speaking in a rush. Not in a moment as crucial as this. "Because I choose to surrender my claim to the throne. I relinquish my status as an eligible heir."

"Brother, are you certain of your decision?"

He looked at Thor from across the table, a mixture of concern and relief coloring the blond god's expression. For as long as they had known each other, Thor had always known him to be calculating and careful even when his actions seemed far from it. Even when others believed him to be impulsive. And this particular move, to an untrained eye, would seem like the rash thing to do in such a situation. To commit an irreversible action in the name of avoiding the showdown that would yield even more permanent and irreversible consequences.

And much as Loki would often jokingly refer to his brother as an 'oaf', he had his moments. This seemed well on its way to becoming one of them, with the just slightly elder god undoubtedly coming to the realization that no…Loki did not impulsively come to this decision just moments ago. He knew exactly what he was giving up and he was determined to stay this course regardless. His question of whether he was certain was simply to avoid misconstruction from any parties.

Loki simply nodded at his brother slowly, already dreading the next few moments as he would begin to be questioned of his motivations.

The Allfather spoke next. "Loki, this is not a decision to be made lightly. You cannot rescind your offer once I have accepted it. Do you understand, my son?"

He tried to picture another way to somehow liberate you from your inevitable betrothal to the wretched elven prince of Alfheim. One that didn't involve him potentially shattering your perception of him irreparably. Short of helping you outright flee the realm to escape Damien, there truly was nothing. And even if somehow you succeeded in fleeing, there was the risk of you being charged with treason for betraying or neglecting your duties to the Realm.

His mother was right. This was the only way.

"I understand perfectly, Father," he answered, taking every ounce of his strength to not allow his tone to waver or tremble as he spoke. "I will hereby relinquish my claim to the throne of Asgard." The raven-haired god clenched his fist under the table, his nail digging in to the skin of his palm as he took a deep breath before uttering the words that would seal his fate. The ones that would turn him into the lech that he'd been rumored to be for eons. "If my terms are accepted."

The next words that Thor spoke worsened at the constricting of his heart. Made even harsher with his relieved and jovial tone. "I will agree to whatever terms you state, Brother, if it means I do not have to face losing you in battle," he stated, so quickly it was as if the words were racing to come out of his mouth. "Name your terms.

You will regret your words in a few short moments, Brother. I swear it. I can only hope you can try to see from where my intentions truly lay, Loki thought to himself. It didn't take long for him to launch into the speech he prepared to present his case, bracing himself for the incoming derision. The seething judgment. The hatred.

"I wish to return our family's reign to its former glory. I've traversed the Nine Realms and the consensus is definite: They think our power weak ever since Father rose to the throne. At least those generations that had been around to witness its former glory for themselves. The people not only feared us, but they respected us." He turned to face Odin, a mixture of concern and displeasure evident in the elder god's eye. "Now they question your leadership since you were so willing to break an age old practice. They question my claim as legitimate due to my Jotun blood. I wish to dispel any qualms about future generations."

"Loki," his father spoke, caution rife in his voice. As if he were warning him to choose his next words very carefully. "What are you implying?"

Is it not obvious, Father? All these centuries of believing me capable of such mischief and depravity and you choose this moment to feign ignorance? To strive to see me as anything more than the title you thrust upon me? he thought to himself sardonically. Very well then, if you must insist on keeping to this facade, then you've left me with no other choice than to lean in. Become the depraved lech you allowed the Realms to believe that I am.

"Surely you do not mean to say that--"

"Y/N," he cut his father off, digging his nail further into the palm of his hand as he darted a glance at his brother and saw the utter  heartbreak and betrayal in his expression. Keep going, the rational, calculating voice in his head urged him. They may all despise you at the end of this, but remember what you are doing this for. Remember who you are doing this for. For her. For your fated. Keep her safe. No matter the cost. "Wed her to me, so that we may restore our family's reign's integrity and show the people that we know when to break, and when to keep, tradition. That we have the wisdom to do so."

"Brother there was a reason for that tradition to be abolished. So that Father and future generations may choose who to wed out of love." Thor's response tore at him further, forcing the god to fight back tears as he held on tight to the secret that he'd held for years. Wanting nothing more than to hold back the very words he swore to himself he would never utter aloud in the presence of anyone.

"Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?" He couldn't look at anyone in the eye. So he chose to instead look past them, focusing on the wall to keep his expression as invariable as he could manage. "I am choosing who to wed…out of love?" He took another breath, now looking his brother straight in the eye and feeling his heart sink at the blazing rage he saw in the now icy blue orbs, his fists laid on the table as his entire body shook from processing the words. "You said to name my terms. That no price is too steep," Loki kept on, holding on to hope that somehow this plan of his and his mother's would succeed and at the very least burning this bridge would not have been for nothing.

If this is the price for your safety, little Princess, then it is a price I will readily pay.

"I will relinquish my claim to ascend Father's throne after he passes, in exchange for Y/N as my wife," he finished, praying to the Norns that he would hear anything other than a resounding 'no' from either god.

"So that you may ascend the throne with her and become King when I die?" Thor fumed, visibly looking as if it took all his strength not to lunge across the table and strangle his brother with his bare hands.

You both would wish it could be this simple, wouldn't you? Loki mulled over silently. Somberly. If only it were.

"I will not be King," he declared, more than ready to put his words into writing if need be. "I will be her consort. She will rule when you pass, unchallenged and with my unconditional support. As her husband."

Thor took a moment to carefully look at his brother's features and right then there was a glimmer of an epiphany in his rageful eyes. Finally you see it, Brother. I would not have jeopardized my life and my relationship with all of you so flippantly. This is not for power or cowardice or lust. This is just as I have said in its purest form. This is relinquishment. This is surrender. This is sacrifice.

"I did not want to lose you in battle, Brother. And I still do not wish to." Loki could finally breathe a touch easier knowing that, at least for now, his brother still wished to see him live. "But Y/N will not understand any of this. That this was once our ancestry's tradition."

He felt a soft smile gracing his face, his mind wandering to fonder memories with you as he said his next words. "She's more brilliant than you give her credit for, dear Brother." It truly took him by surprise that he'd been allowed to present his case for this long, and he cautiously took that as a sign that perhaps this plan truly could work. That his claim to the throne was enough to trade for your hand. In the name of your safety. One last push. Just to finish your case, he told himself. "She's quite intelligent. I can guarantee you that our children will be a beautiful mix of your strength, Sif's ferocity, and our combined wits and wisdom. You've said it many times before: No man will ever be good enough for her, and you've also said that I am the best man you know in all the Nine Realms, I--" His breath caught as he uttered his next confession. "I am not good enough for Y/N, on that we can both agree. But wouldn't you also agree that among all the men in the Realms, I'll come closest?"

The next few moments had Loki's heart thundering in his chest. First Odin gave Thor a single nod, as if telling him that ultimately this decision was to now fall in the thunder god's hands. He would defer the decision to your father. And then he saw the thoughts beginning to form in his brother's mind.

How he knew in his heart that your current suitor would have no qualms or concern about your happiness, and would most likely tear you away from the Realm to isolate you from those that loved you most. How Prince Damien would swear no form of fealty or fidelity to you and how this courtship was simply a play for the power that many coveted across the Realms.

And how despite the way it churned his stomach, the thought of being the one to sign away your privilege to marry for love, at least he would do it knowing that it would be to betroth you to someone that had historically cared for you when you yourself would forget to. Someone that came close to bridling your recklessness when he chose not to match it. Someone that did his best to cater to your needs.

Someone that would move the Realms themselves if that was what she asked of me, he swore to himself.

Finally he heard it. His brother's sigh as he weighed the options and made the decision that would set into motion the shattering of your relationship with not just him, but with quite possibly every person in this room.

"Fetch Lady Y/N," he told the guard. "Fetch my daughter."

A/N: Well I can't believe it…we're finally here. I finally got this series to get back to where it started…at Loki's surrender. I decided to split this into two parts since the chapter as a whole was nearly 6k words long, so the other half of 'under one condition' will be coming this weekend 🎉🎉

On the writing block at the moment is a chapter from 'one look and they'll know', so there's also that to look forward to, and then after that (hopefully) I'm finally starting 'back to you' after idek how long I've been teasing that one.

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LOKI - TV SERIES / SEASON 2 | DELETED SCENE | BLU RAY DISK (2024)

Over two seasons on the Marvel Studios series “Loki,” Tom Hiddleston‘s god of mischief learns to forsake his past as Marvel villain and become the hero we all knew he could be. But his past transgressions are never far from his memory.

In a deleted scene from Season 2 of the show — part of an impending 4K UHD Blu-ray release — Loki recalls just how many people “said I was a problem” while talking with his friend Mobius (Owen Wilson) over slices of key lime pie.

Loki names Thor’s compatriots on Asgard — Volstagg (Ray Stevenson), Hogan (Tadanobu Asano) and Fandral (Josh Dallas and Zachary Levi) — as well as Laufey (Colm Feore), king of the Frost Giants and Loki’s biological father, and Bor (Tony Curran), father of Odin and Loki’s adoptive grandfather. And he names Heimdall twice because, Loki says, “Heimdall was a big one!”

From Earth, Loki lists Thor’s girlfriend Jane Foster (Natalie Portman), her scientific colleague Erik Selvig (Stellan Skarsgard) and her intern Darcy Lewis (Kat Dennings). He also names S.H.I.E.L.D. director Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) and agent Maria Hill (Cobie Smulders) — as well as Donald Blake, “who Thor pretends to be when he goes to Earth.”

Among these names, Loki also brings up two characters from Marvel comics that audiences have not yet encountered in the MCU. The first is Amora, also known as Enchantress, a magical Asgardian and one of Thor’s enemies. The second is another villain, Absorbing Man, who began life as a boxer named Carl Creel — until Loki poisons him with a elixir that gives him the ability to transform his body into the quality of anything he touches.

At the very end, Loki brings up Hercules, the Greek demigod who has appeared in Marvel comics since 1965. The character made his MCU debut in the post-credits scene in 2022’s “Thor: Love and Thunder,” as played by “Ted Lasso” star Brett Goldstein. In that scene, Hercules’ father, Zeus (Russell Crowe), commands his son to bring down Thor (after Thor impaled Zeus with his own lightning bolt). Marvel Studios hasn’t announced when — or if — Hercules could return to the MCU, but according to Loki, this wasn’t the first time Hercules had tussled with Odin’s family.

“Hercules — another big guy,” Loki tells Mobius. “I was a big problem for him.”

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Return of the Phoenician Part 5

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Had to work on this chapter a bit to get it where I want. I'm not fully satisfied with it, but it's leading to where I want to story to go. I do like writing how his mood fluctuates and him struggling with what he's feeling.

Synopsis: Fulgrim is brought aboard the Emperor's Children Battle-Barge. He's fighting off the feeling of being a failure but gets to reconnect with some of those he knew.

The cargoship was placed in the bay of the old barge.

Since its Gellar fields worked properly and the interior was uncorrupted, he and the Sons of the Phoenix were placed inside.

Embarrassment filled him as he tried to hobble forward on his own. Sharp pain running from his legs and up his spine.

"Get Juno down here," Hebe ordered.

Fulgrim was placed on his bed, with Chemy in his arms. Dysseus stayed by his side, offering comfort and reassurance.

Hebe spoke, "You'll need to stay down here as we inform the rest of the company. There are things we need to prepare as well."

"We need to... purge a lot of stuff before you come up," Solace explained.

"Only daemons," Fulgrim said. "Please don't kill any prisoners."

Hebe nodded, "As you wish, my Lord."

"Do I have to get rid of all my drugs?" Questioned another.

Bors smacked the astartes upside the head, "Yes, you dolt."

A larger Astartes in Terminator armor skipped in.

"Hi, what did you bring back- Oh."

He stared at Fulgrim, eyes pink and bulging. Hard drugs and years in the warp had changed his features. But was this Juno? He had been an apothecary. An up-and-coming chirurgeon. He was much larger now.

"You look different," was all the astartes said. He spoke in a soft whispery voice.

Hebe came up behind him, "Juno, this is the primarch, now an uncorrupted clone. Take care of him."

"Okay," Juno nodded. "My Lord Primarch. You look so young."

The primarch smiled as he brushed away tears.

The apothecary scanned over him, studying him.

"You are young," he mumbled.

"You're like an infant primarch right now," Solace mentioned. "It's exciting to see you at such a young age!"

He didn't fully like that statement but nodded and looked back at Juno.

He looked shellshocked, still taking everything in.

The apothecary slowly nodded, "Yes... infant. I am to take care of you. Infant... take care of infant. Baby. I am to take care of baby. My baby."

He reached out and grabbed one of the Primarch's arms. He held the hand to his chest, staring at Fulgrim. Possessively, in a way.

"My baby," he mumbled.

"Your baby?" The Phoenician questioned.

Juno lit up, "Yes, my baby. Need to get rid of the daemonettes. Pesky. I'll be back. Rest."

Juno still stood there, holding onto Fulgrim's arm, staring at the Primarch.

"Ar-are you going to let go?"

He considered this a moment, "Yes, I'll be back."

He dropped the Primarch's arm and hurried out, constantly looking back at the primarch, as if he'd disappear if he looked away for too long.

Hebe looked pleased.

Bors turned to the captain, "Was that really a good idea? You know how obsessed and possessive he can get."

Hebe nodded, "He no longer has the daemon inside of him and I'm counting on his possessiveness. He will fight tooth and nail to protect our dear Primarch and give him the utmost care. If he gets to be too much, let him know."

The primarch didn't say anything. He just ran fingers over one of Chemy's lights.

"We're headed up," Hebe said. "Solace, Bors. With me. Dysseus, stay here."

Fulgrim rubbed his face and looked around.

The Sons of the Phoenix huddled close to one another. They tried wearing brave and undeterred faces, but existing exhaustion took over. They were tired, wounded, and weary. Only Thaedeus had his armor.

Some primarch he was. Ever since coming aboard, he'd been a teary mess. He could recall moments where his mere presence struck awe in anyone who beheld him. How those who caught sight of him on the battlefield were renewed with hope and strength.

He couldn't even do that now with a handful of Astartes. He was just a glorified prisoner, wasn't he? He wasn't even giving orders. He wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. But he was stuck.

Dysseus leaned against the wall. He didn't say anything, but Fulgrim didn't feel like talking.

Minutes turned to hours but passed like centuries. He wanted to tear off this stupid armor.

"It's true!" Gasped someone as they entered.

This newcomer had hot pink armor with neon designs across it. His hair was cut into various lengths and styles. Bright colors ran across it, and his shaved sides had been painted with animal print. Piercings ran up his face, and the folds of his cheeks had been cut and peeled back to be pinned to his temples.

He grinned happily, rocking on his heels with his arms behind his back. He waited at the entrance for permission to enter.

Fulgrim glanced at the others.

He sat up and bid him welcome, "Come in."

"My lord," he greeted happily as he moved in. His voice was gravelly.

"What is your name?" Fulgrim inquired, trying to pretend he didn’t notice the Sons of the Phoenix moving further back.

"Don't you recognize me?" His son asked.

The primarch opened and closed his mouth.

The legionaire laughed, "I jest, I jest! No one recognizes who I used to be. I've done so many body modifications over the centuries on myself. I change my hair as often as I can, too. My name is Rouge, but it used to be Roushal. I was there when a daemon possessed the original. Do you recall me?"

Fulgrim concentrated on the name and memories of a young Astartes matching the name floated through.

"Oh, Roushal," the primarch smiled. "Yes, I do remember you. I would expect you to have changed within ten millennia. Uh, how is it? The body modifications, I mean."

Rouge clasped his hands together, "Oh I love it. Especially when you can get a biomancer involved. I was considering getting a few speakers in my chest, but not now."

He stared eagerly at his lord.

Fulgrim cleared his throat and scooted to face Rouge fully.

"Um, what brings you to me?" He asked. "Were you just wanting to meet again, visit, or is there something I can do for you?"

"I'd also like to know that."

Rouge turned around to reveal Juno, who was glaring at his brother, almost murderously.

The other marine had silently moved up.

"A bit of all three," answered Rouge as he moved to kneel down across from the primarch. "It's been so long, and I wanted to see you. Many are... resistant. Some are resentful towards the original's actions, and many have... opinions on you being a clone, and plenty are afraid of what you'll think of them."

Fulgrim nodded. He knew this would happen. Juno moved the primarch's side, watching his brother.

"But I also really wanted to offer my specialties," the other Astartes offered enthusiastically. "I mean, new body, new you! If you ever wanted anything like piercings, tattoos, scarification, implants, or dental work, then I'm the one for it! I do it for all the others."

"Oh." Spoke Fulgrim.

"No," Juno said.

Rouge put up his hands, "It's not for everyone, and it can be a lot to handle. Especially if it's your first of any of them. I stress thinking deeply about it before committing. My best skill is actually hair! I work with all hair types. I can cut, dye, braid, style, extensions, anything really."

The other legionnaire backed down at this as Fulgrim slowly nodded.

Rouge buzzed with excitement, "I always wanted to feel your hair. It's so soft-looking and flowy. You're a primarch, after all. Perhaps it will boost your mood!"

The primarch blinked. He was offering to pamper him. Fulgrim, the original, had given him memories of others pampering him. Serfs and occasionally Astartes during the crusade. On Chemos, servants and courtesans did so. Those betrothed that he loved had offered as well.

But he, himself, he'd never experienced it. Throne. He hadn't even experienced much affection in general.

He recalled one time teacher had patted his head in praise. He had desperately craved it since. Hoping enough approval would entail that.

"I would like that very much," Fulgrim answered.

Rouge smacked his hands to his cheeks and tried to repress a squeal of glee through a wide smile.

"I'll go get my tools and supplies!"

Rouge dashed out, then returned just seconds later with a case.

"I brought it with me," he beamed. "Ah, you meant now, correct?"

"I assumed you meant it as well," the Phoenician smiled.

Rouge opened the case and began rifling through organized drawers of brushes and combs.

"What are you wanting today?" He inquired, giddy at the prospect.

"Um, show off your skills," Fulgrim decided. "You decide what hairstyle."

"With pleasure!" The Emperor's Child practically purred.

The primarch moved to the edge of the bed and Rouge bounced around behind him. The Sons of the Phoenix were slowly relaxing.

Fingers gently ran through Fulgrim's platinum locks. The Astartes parted his hair and sectioned it off as he began what was assumed to be an intricate braid.

"Do you see yourself and the first Fulgrim as the same person or completely separate?" Rouge inquired as he worked.

The Clone pondered a moment, "I will admit, I struggle deeply with identity. While I have many of the memories, I don't have them all, and I did not experience them fully. Teacher said that clones can differ greatly from the original being. I see myself as a separate individual but one who has to live up to the greatness anand d right the wrongs."

"Mmm," Rouge acknowledged. "I assume Teacher is Bile?"

"Yes."

Rouge paused before continuing with the brush, "I sense tension there. You did not part on good terms."

Fulgrim whispered, "No. He gave me away. To a Necron collector. I still don't know what I did wrong. He wouldn't tell me. He just... tossed me like I was nothing."

"We will not do that," assured Dysseus from the wall.

"He was always a creepy bastard," Rouge commented.

Juno hummed in agreement.

The subject soured the air, and Rouge tried to change it.

"It is far calmer down here than above," he commented. "Love the lack of fighting."

"What's going on?" Fulgrim asked.

Juno flinched and glared harder at Rouge, "You idiot! You weren't supposed to say anything!"

Rouge slowed, "Oo-oops? Sorry, it just slipped out."

Fulgrim turned around, "What is going on? I may be struggling right now, but I'm still a primarch."

Emotion cracked at the end of his sentence. He wanted to bawl again.

Juno muttered, "The ship is divided by those who want nothing to do with you and those who want to join you. Mainly Antioch vs Hebe. It was escalating quickly."

"It will be over soon," Rouge assured.

The Primarch went quiet. Fighting within his own men? But they're not mine.

Juno moved forward and cupped his face, "Only a handful of us have met you, and you're obviously sick. We've been on our own for a while. We can take care of you."

"Take me up there," Fulgrim ordered, refusing to listen.

"My lord," Dysseus protested.

"Now." The primarch growled.

"I can not allow you to be put in harm's way," Juno said.

"Then you will be by my side," he replied. "You're now part of the new Phoenix guard."

Juno paused, then nodded.

"Wait!" Rouge protested. "I'm almost done! Just tie this... over here... oh, can't have that fly away... aaaaaaaaaaaannnddd done!"

Rouge jumped back, looking proud. He grabbed a mirror from his case and presented it.

The Primarch blinked. It was an intricate braid, forming flowers and a crown upon his head.

He choked.

Rouge's face dropped, "I can redo it."

Fulgrim shook his head, "It's beautiful. I've never had this done for me before."

Juno was already catching tears and wiping his eyes.

Rouge's became misty, "I'm glad you like it!"

"Let's go," Fulgrim sniffed, hoping for anything to distract from his emotions.

As he stood, his knees threatened to give out.

Juno and Dysseus were at his sides immediately.

"Rouge," Fulgrim spoke. Stay here and ensure the Sons of the Phoenix are protected. And watch Chemy."

"As you wish." He replied with a bow.

The scarab sat on the bed, not a thought in its head.

Juno carried most of his weight as they hurried up the decks.

The higher they went, the more his legs ached. But he could hear the sounds of battle growing closer. That pushed him forward.

The same determination he had when he wanted to speak to Trazyn was coming back. He could not allow a civil war to happen over himself.

What was he doing? Sitting there and moping that everything had been ruined? He was not a small child upset that the first stroke of a painting wasn't what he wanted it to be. It was his stupid struggle with perfection! It wasn't going to be perfect, and it didn't need to be.

He had a duty here. He needed to foster harmony and hope.

They came upon some legionaries in the hallway. One was about to hack another in two when he spotted the primarch.

He dropped his blade and then fell to his knees. The others did the same.

He wished he could stop and speak to them, but the main fight was just beyond.

The doors slid open to reveal a cacophony of sound and bolt rounds. He clasped his hands over his ears as it washed over him. It was awful. Like scraping fingernails across a slate board. There was no harmony or coherence.

Waves rippled through the air as noise tore through. Blood sprayed up as brother fought brother. Some lay on the floor, and some reveled in the pain they received. Others delighted in the pain they inflicted.

He could see the graceful and well-coordinated marches they used to do in his mind. It was jarring to see the depravity now.

"Stop," he whispered. "Please stop."

He didn't hear what Dysseus said, but the marine had such hopeful and intense eyes.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled.

Most of the noise died away as his sons froze. Some dropped to their knees and began crying. Some immediately begged for forgiveness.

He yelled to those still fighting, "Stop it! This is ridiculous! Has there not been enough loss due to the heresy? We already fought the other legions. We do not need to add ourselves to that list! Please!"

The hall was so quiet that he could only hear the echo of his words.

"My lord," whispered one.

Some burst into tears, some dropped to the ground and crawled forward; Pleas of forgiveness on their lips. Some claimed praises at his return.

"False!" Yelled Antioch, waving his sword. "This is the false primarch! Thinking that you can come in here and take ownership of us?"

"I own no one," the primarch stated. "No one is forcing you to join me."

"You just shouted an order!" The captain growled.

Hebe was up, "That is enough."

"No!" Growled the other. "I will not stand by and -"

He was cut off once more as dirty brown armor appeared behind him. The captain was kicked down and landed face-first on the ground.

The being in the brown armor had rage etched across their face. Their mouth was gone. Sealed by a nasty-looking scar. They also had no arms. They were larger than the others and definitely not from the third.

Antioch looked back, utter shock upon his face as blood dripped, "Hermes?"

Hermes flicked his head, and a piece of jewelry fell to the ground. He stomped on it and stormed away. The astartes around him quickly parted.

Antioch scrambled forward, "Hermes? Hermes?? Hermes, please!"

He ran after them and grabbed onto his back. Hermes spun around with blinding speed and kicked him away.

"No!" The captain begged, any and all ire gone from his voice. "Don't leave me! Hermes, please! Just listen to me! Please, I love you! Hermes!!"

The two disappeared down the hall, Antioch on the verge of tears as he frantically begged the other to listen.

"Oh damn," Solace said from the middle of the group.

Hebe pointed his gun upwards, "Anyone else want to stand against the primarch?"

There were no protests.

One stumbled forward, "H-how? You have no touch of the warp on you? Is it really you?"

Fulgrim reached out, "Yes, Cassa, it is."

The marine choked upon hearing his name.

He had imagined this moment as having great decorum, but he surged forward and fell to his knees, grabbing anyone close and pulling them into an embrace.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as more joined in. He sat on his rear, his legs screaming at him. Others joined in, hugging him from behind, crying, stroking his hair, nuzzling close.

"I'm sorry," one sobbed. "We're hideous now."

Fulgrim laughed through tears, "You're beautiful still. I think you look fantastic!"

He meant it. He was afraid to say it out loud, but he'd always wanted various piercings and tattoos. To have his hair cut and dyed in what used to seem like a provocative way. He would have to bring up Rouge on his offer.

"We're cleansing the ship!" Hebe announced. "All signs of the God are to be gone. No daemons. No killing prisoners. Primarch's orders. Speak to an apothecary about weaning off your substances. We are returning to glory."

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The Birth of Philip Prospero Fanart

Philip Prospero was born on November 28, 1657, in the Royal Alcazar of Madrid. He was the first son of Philip IV of Spain and Mariana of Austria. His birth brought joy to the kingdom, but his delivery caused his mother to have childbed fever, which most did not notice because of their joy. Queen Mariana was bedridden for days after the birth and she survived.

On the day of the birth, not a bench nor a table was left unbroken in the palace, nor a single pastry-cook’s nor tavern that was not sacked. Tomorrow [December 6] they say that his Majesty will go on horseback to the Atocha to give thanks to the Mother of God… They say the prince is a pretty little chap, and that the King wishes him to be baptized at once, before the extreme cold comes on… There are to be masquerades, bull-fights and cane-tourneys as soon as the Queen stands up to see them, as well as plays with machinery invented by an engineer, a servant of the Nuncio, to be represented at the theatre of Retiro, and the saloon of the palace… The municipality, following the lead of the Councils, have gone to congratulate the King… and no gentleman, great or small, has failed to do the like.

His baptism was described to have some mishaps, starting with the Ceremonial Napkin carried by Condestable de Castilla, an unpopular military officer, He made a scene at Prospero's baptism in the following matter:

It seems that the crush of the people was so great that a staircase gave way; this disarranged the procession as it left the chapel, and in particular prevented the Duque de Bejar from taking his place and bearing away the "mazapan". The "mazapan" was not a sweet meat, but a lump of breadcrumb on which the officiating ecclesiastic wiped his fingers after anointing the child with holy oil. The bread was enclosed in a highly decorated reptacle made of marzipan and carried on a richly worked piece of needlework. It seems to be a object which evoked singular curiosity through little relevance. As the Duque de Bejar was unable to be its barrier, Philip was asked what should be done, he was told master of ceremonies to ask the Condestable De Castilla to substitute, This gentleman replied that he was sorry but he had an injured arm. Philip IV, furious, repeated his order, whereupon he replied, "The Condestable De Castilla are too exalted to fill the gaps and voids left by others. The Duque de Alburquerque carried the ewer, the Duque of Terranova, the salt sellar. Last came the Duque of Pastrana carrying on this occasion the famous mazapan. It was made in the shape of a castle with gold and silver ornamentation. The chrism is a mixture of oil and balm used to anoint the infant. Owing to its Sacrosanct Character, It was those days covered much coveted by ill-intentioned persons; hence the drops of chrism deposited on the bread crumb with the Mazapan might be stolen. The infant was naked at this baptism, At the baptism, the infant was unclothed, prompting the Infanta Maria Theresa to ask why she had to present her brother in this manner. It was explained that this tradition was a way to demonstrate his gender.

Source:

Carlos, A king who would not die by John Langdon Davis

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King💘Diane family tree🐻🐍

(I finished it 🥳) it was so much work, but also fun working on this picture

Let's start with the oldest on the left. NasiensxPercyxAnne with their kids Lohengrin, Kardeis,Clover and Hendry and the partners of them and some grandkids already🤭

I'm thinking about writing a short story about them🤔

Next is Mertyl with his wife and his twins(it's a boy and a girl btw, it was just as a memory when I sketched them, that's why there is also son on her sketch) and their youngest, he married a fairy woman who lives a few days away from the fairy forest at a village where human and fairies live together since a few years.

Third is Sixtus and my friends @xkamiliyax oc Kamilia and their kids Kayle and Cornelia

x3 I think of giving them a love interrest but I'm not sure

Belte is next, he married a Demon woman named Lilia, together they live in Liones, their first born Sakramor is a Holy Knight and father of 2 sons. Camilla is their second born, she has a lot of giant blood. After them are the twins Eric and Erika and at last their adopted fairy kid Taranis

Next on is Zana; I had alot of ideas for a partner but all of them feld wrong till I had this boy who looks like Meliodas >3> well, he was a treasure hunter and needed the help of a giant. Zana helped him and he fell for her while his group was on a journey. Later he helped Zana with her dream to let build a guard of Giants and Fairies who help humans and also to undertand each other more. She owns a ribbon made by Dubs, it can change her size. Sadly when they had a festival one of her guards betrayed her and poisening her, there she lost her first child. Later they had a son Mattias and two daughters named Meiriona and Skai.

After Zana we come to Zillian, well she met Bors on her way to Sistana. It would have been her first visit to Nasiens and she got lost. While doing she met him, Bors himself hat promised Anne that he will come and train the holy Knights of Sistana. Well he got weak first but

after a talk with Zillian he feld better. Together they went to Sistana. It took over a year till they feld more then friendship. Later they had a son named Elyan

Next one is Phao. (I'll post sketchs I drew of him and his wife on an extra post) Well he was on a journey in Britannia when he entered a forest of bandits. Well there he found and safed the governours daughter. He stayed in the village for a while to help fighting the bandits .When Madleine noticed she will have a child she was desperate, because the child was from the boss of the bandits. Phao helped her in this hard time. Also later when the boy was born he helped her getting motherly feelings for him. A year later they had their second child

At last Tioreh and Donny's daughter Ethelred

(before someone says : Tioreh is to young!! I drew this chara long bevore Tioreh's age was revealed, even her sibblings weren't revealed back then. And all the charas are already in their twenties when they have kids)